1A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.
2Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.
3Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.
J. N. Darby’s historical translation; source wording retained. Source and edition notes. Listening uses your browser’s text-to-speech voices, rather than a recorded audio Bible.
